Chapter 1573: What Do You an? This Is It
Editor: Henyee Translations
As long as His Highness dispatched soone, it wouldn’t be challenging for these witnesses to et a sudden demise. Head Steward Wen contemplated shifting bla onto Shao Yunduan, claiming he was the one responsible for their deaths. He eagerly awaited to witness how Lord Shao, who had always been fortunate, would handle such a predicant.
Qiao Xuan and Shao Yunduan shared a similar sentint.
Although Qiao Xuan couldn’t quite grasp Shao Yunduan’s implications, their mutual understanding allowed her to align with her husband’s thought process. Consequently, Qiao Xuan vehently denied any knowledge of Liu Fu and the others, asserting the absurdity of the accusations against her.
Liu Fu and the other children, frustrated and angered, turned red-faced, crying as they helplessly refuted the claims.
Regardless of their protests, Wen Fuxin persisted in insisting that they were acquainted with Qiao Xuan and conspired against him. She even insinuated Qiao Xuan’s jealousy, suggesting she resented the Fourth Princess Consort for receiving assistance. However, lacking the significance and courage to retaliate directly, she orchestrated a sche to harm herself, thereby implicating the Fourth Prince’s mansion.
Liu Fu and the others were on the verge of collapsing from sheer anger.
Qiao Xuan, astounded by the audacity, almost applauded.
This was the epito of a wild imagination! Young Master Wen truly exhibited a talent in this departnt.
Head Steward Wen stood with pride. Though outwardly calm, he exuded internal satisfaction. How formidable could Shao Yunduan be? His lord had fallen victim to the trap he set!
Not to ntion the potatoes he supplied to the Crown Prince. Unforeseen was the close scrutiny from both the Ministry of Revenue and the palace. It resulted in a bountiful harvest, bringing imnse joy to the Ministry of Revenue and the Emperor. Despite the significant reward bestowed upon the Crown Prince, His Highness remained in a state of deep depression.
If he erged victorious over Shao Yunduan this ti, His Highness would surely hold him in high esteem…
Unexpectedly, just as the confrontation reached a stalemate, Liu Fu’s parents arrived.
Three n, their faces weathered and expressions stern, approached the court. The youngest sported a beard and a ponytail, appearing to be around thirty-five or thirty-six years old, while the other two were in their forties. One had a blind eye, and the other walked with a limp in his right leg.
Liu Fu and the others brightened up, exclaiming, “Uncle Zheng, Uncle Wu, Uncle Liu!”
Head Steward Wen and his nephew observed with disdain.
It dawned on them that the families of these unfortunate boys were impoverished and dealing with physical disabilities. The audacity of such individuals to present themselves at this ti amused Head Steward Wen and his nephew, who didn’t bother concealing their scorn.
As soon as the three n entered, Liu Fu and the others rushed towards them. The three n showered the children with affection, gently stroking and comforting them, all the while emanating an air of anger.
Their expressions remained frigid.
The thirty-five-year-old man took deliberate steps forward, straightening his back. His gaze swept across Lord Qin before settling on Head Steward Wen. His eyes, dark and unfathomable, exuded a chilling coldness.
Under this penetrating stare, Head Steward Wen involuntarily shivered, sensing a bone-chilling chill creeping up from the soles of his feet…
Wen Fuxin, unable to match his uncle’s composure, visibly trembled. His expression changed, and he stood rigidly on the sidelines, instinctively lightening his breath.
“Xiao Fu and the others are unfamiliar with Lord Shao and Madam Shao. It’s absurd to suggest they conspired to fra your nephew!”
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